Hercules is THE DEFINITION of a gentleman. Her dress strap slips down and HE PUTS IT BACK UP because he’s like “No, she’s a lady, she deserves my respect. Control yourself. Leave, just leave.”
Imagine if all guys/girls had that much respect for people they were attracted to…the world would be a lot better and safer, I can tell you that.
I see all the good in her and all the things I love, down to the smallest detail. And with myself I see all the bad and things I hate about myself and wish were different. It’s just the way I am. I can love and accept someone else, every flaw and imperfection and yet to me, she’s still…. perfect. But I find it very hard to keep some love for myself. That’s why I need another to do it for me. And for some reason she does. I’m so lucky and I don’t even deserve it.
I just want someone who won’t get annoyed when I text them six times or in all caps. Someone I can go on long drives with and can sing along to the radio with. Someone I can eat pizza with at 2am and kiss at 6pm. Someone who chooses me everyday and never thinks twice about it.